The Charles Becomes a Wizard

When Harry was finally about to say something, the office door was pushed open from the outside.

Snape strode in from the door, his eyes swept over the two boys and then he shook his robes.

"Great, you're all here."

"Professor, tonight..." Harry stood up from the chair again. He glanced at Charles and swallowed the rest of his words as if he was worried about something.

Charles, who was sensitive enough to catch this glance, turned to look at Snape.

"Do you need me to step aside for a moment, Professor Snape?"

It's quite interesting. You know, Snape has never been nice to Harry in public. What happened that made these two people have a common secret?

"No need, Mr. Phantomhive, you can start your detention tonight." Snape said as he used his wand to place a stack of parchment on the desk next to Charles' hand.

Charles casually flipped through the pile of parchment and found that it contained the materials and detailed production processes required for several expensive potions.

This stack of parchment would be priceless if it were placed outside.

Charles raised an eyebrow.

It seems that this matter is not small, and Snape is willing to invest money.

Having received the "deposit" in advance, Ciel sat quietly, but Harry had a different opinion. He didn't want more people to know his current situation.

Harry couldn't imagine what people other than the professor would think of him if they knew that his mind was connected to Voldemort.

"But Professor..."

"Mr. Potter." Snape interrupted Harry rudely, "We can start today's study."

"Professor, I..."

"Mr. Potter, I think you should know what is most important now." Snape brushed past Harry and turned to look for something on the desk.

"The Dark Lord could break into your mind at any time and read, control, or mess with your thoughts. Only by learning Occlumency as soon as possible can you avoid being invaded or influenced."

Snape, who had his back to the two of them, spoke in his usual calm tone, but Harry's expression became visibly irritated. His pale face was covered in sweat, the veins on his forehead were taut, and the fingers on his sides tightened again and again. He shouted at Snape: "Look at me!"

This sound seemed to startle him as well, and the pair of green eyes hidden behind the glasses frame widened unconsciously.

Snape paused, deep wrinkles appeared between his brows, and he slowly turned around holding a crystal bottle, looking at Harry with inquiring eyes.

"Professor," Harry exhaled, his voice trembling slightly, "I thought this would be a private lesson."

He didn't want others to see him struggling under the power of Legilimency.

"Yes, Mr. Phantomhive is in detention. His presence will not disturb us." Snape looked at Ciel, then looked back at Harry, who was breathing rapidly.

Snape raised his wand, and soon Harry's roar of pain was heard in the office.

Charles leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed, watching Snape coldly as he continued to prod Harry with his sharp and sarcastic words, lost in his own thoughts.

After Harry, sweating profusely, staggered out of Snape's office, Charles turned his gaze to Snape, who had a cold face.

"He'll just hate you more if he does that."

No one would like to show their miserable and miserable appearance in front of others.

"So what?" Snape shook his robe and sat behind the desk. "I think some things are clearer when seen with one's own eyes."

Snape didn't care at all whether the Potter brat hated him or not. The brat was as arrogant, conceited, lazy and weak as his father.

If it wasn't for Lily, if he wasn't Lily's bloodline...

"There's something wrong with Potter's condition." Charles just mentioned it casually, and he had no intention of trying to persuade others about their private affairs.

"It's not just the emotions that are wrong," Snape began, "there is some connection between the Dark Lord's mind and him."

Dumbledore hoped that Potter could control this connection through the technique of Occlumency. Dumbledore believed that Potter could completely resist the invasion of the Dark Lord on his own, but Snape was always a little worried before figuring out the specific reason for this situation.

So he thought of Ciel, or rather, the first person he thought of was Sebastian.

Snape felt that the mysterious butler in black might be able to help him solve the mystery.

But when he approached Sebastian, he was rejected as expected.

"I am just a chess piece in the hands of the young master," said the man with dark red eyes. "Every move I make must be subject to the young master's orders."

"A chess piece that acts recklessly on the chessboard against the player's will will be abandoned by the player."

"The young master is a cruel person, so I have always been very careful in this regard."

When he heard these frank words with his own ears, Snape's mood could no longer be described as "complicated".

Even if it's loyalty, this level is a bit too much...

"So, what does Mr. Snape need from me?" Ciel asked.

"I hope you can find a way to cut off the connection between them."

Snape made this request not just for Harry.

Harry is now equivalent to a monitor. Although it is not clear whether the Dark Lord has discovered the connection between the two, once the Dark Lord realizes this, he can invade Harry's mind at any time and use Harry's memory as a weapon against Harry and the people around him.

Even though Snape was once a double agent, he had no way of guaranteeing that he would not reveal any flaws in his daily life. If he was caught by the Dark Lord, his fate would definitely not be good.

"Sebastian, did you notice anything wrong?" Charles looked towards the corner.

The demon who appeared there at some point pinched his chin with one hand and said thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, Mr. Potter's soul does seem to be a little bit off."